Oh how often the winds of change blow, my friends.

Here I am in a place which I didn't expect to be for at least another few years. I finally got my tattooing act together, and I've been doing it solid for some time now. And hey, I ain't half bad. And I'm a shoe-in for licensing, when and if that ever comes about in Nova Scotia.

Tattooing is a maritime tradition, yo. But it's going to have to be regulated some day. Or else people be getting some Hepatitis up in here.

Got a new job, working in a salon. A swanky one at that, too. Not that I'm swanky, but it's always good to have something to wave in the faces of opposition. Or something? Plus, it's a much better position to change the world from. With affluency (or the illusion of, for that matter), comes power. The power to change minds.... Which is the power I desire.

I won't stop until the opinion of a someone like me is valuable to a crotchety old woman. And the battle rages on.

If you want a tattoo, haircut, punch in the face -- facebook me.